sherlock inspired diys

// half apron tutorial by Rachael Meyers // 

// tea wallet tutorial by handmade therapy //

// explosion box card tutorial // 

now, if it isn't obvious enough to you by now, I'm a huge GINORMOUS, unhealthily obsessed Sherlockian. thanks to the two handsome dudes gentlemen living in 221b Baker Street, my life has never been the same. *ultimate facepalm* 

and that's all thanks to this girl right here. *winchel smirk* 
since we celebrated her birthday last week, I spent all the preceding thursday {once again, NEVER procrastinate...it just makes you stay up until 11:00 at night having a row with the sewing machine} sewing an apron and tea wallet with this fabric. i also finished up the details of my "I am [] [] [] [] locked" explosion birthday card which was posted on this website here. 

{to say that this girl is lucky is an understatement :D}. 

have you made any fandom inspired crafts? 

xx from a fellow wholockian 

folding the corners // summer twenty-thirteen recap

Some things don't last forever, but some things do 

like a good song, or a good book or a good memory you can take out 

and unfold in your darkest of times, pressing out the corners and 

peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. // unknown // 

may // 

june // 

july // 





august // 

and maybe T I M E

etches us into what we A R E

instead of M O L D I N G
us into what we 

want TO BE.
(g.s.) 

farewell summer. xx

i am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams...

______________________________
she never truly knew how to feel 
around him. 
what to say 
(breath was the most common
word that 
reeled through her mind) - 

she had heard multiple times
that it was mandatory
to know every detail 
about 
"the one"
memorized and imprinted
on your mind: 

but for her, that wasn't the 
case. 

it was the tinest of things. 
when she looked 
back
her memories weren't composed of
hair color
or dimples
or eyes
(in fact, 
eye contact 
was something she had been
deathly afraid of) 
but -
it was his laugh: 
oh, that laugh! 
sticky with richness
& aliveness 
& passion
(which she would do
anything to hear) -
it set a spark
& built a fire;
released her far-flung hopes
into the the sea; 
& sent her impossible dreams 
adrift
into the midnight sky. 

in the end
all she knew of him
was his smile
that dug roots into her heart
until she realized
one had crept over her 
lips.
______________________________

a bit of fiction || a pinch of truth
the scribblings of the dreamer of improbable dreams
xx